On the outskirts of Ponyville, a bluish-white slit materialized in mid-air, flowering like a birth canal. It dripped ethereal energies, shimmering beneath the sunshine, a flock of birds scattering with a stream of chirps. From the void tumbled a human woman, who rolled to a stop when she collided with a rock. “Oof! What in Tartarus-?” She rose and dusted herself off.
A stream trickled nearby, and her heeled boots crunched on the grass when she moved towards it, the attire rising to her voluptuous thighs. She wore similar gloves that rose to her upper arms, wiggling her bared fingers. With a sharp intake of breath she studied herself in the stirring waters. “What am I?” She stroked a cheek, her skin colored a mild violet. A similar shade tinted her platinum hair which trailed to plush buttocks. Her eyes were a slightly darker shade of purple.
Upon her head rested a floppy cone-shaped hat with a wide brim, decorated with what appeared to be closed almond-shaped eyes and thin pursed lips. “A little grotesque, but at least the rest of me is cute?” Her statuesque physique was garbed in a high-cut plum leotard with the same bizarre decoration, and a short cape trailed behind her.
She tried to recall more about herself. Her name was Beatrix Belladonna, she was a moderately talented magician who specialized in alchemy, and...that's about where her knowledge ended. She turned back to the nexus point where she'd arrived from and watched it finish closing. “Oh well.” She shrugged. “May as well have a look around?”
Looking between the lush Everfree Forest, and the quaint Ponyville, she decided on the latter, following a trail into the town. But after a short stroll she pulled to a stop, and ducked behind a tree, staring wide-eyed at the cute little ponies which trotted between the buildings and about a marketplace further on. She noted some of them had horns or wings, and their flanks were decorated by a variety of symbols. On rare occasions she sighted other creatures, but nothing remotely like her.
“Huh, maybe it's not a good idea to head in there? I mean, how will they react?” She brushed fingernails decorated with tiny stars over her chin. “And why do I talk to myself so much? It's not like I have an audience!”
She paced around for a while, then ducked behind some shops, keeping to the shade. Everywhere she looked pastel flowers decorated the paths. It was nearly the most pleasantly saccharine place she could imagine, like something out of a fairy tale. She cautiously made her way further in, peeking around the corners, smiling while she watched the denizens go about their business. It wasn't like her to live vicariously, was it? Well, it's not like she could remember how she used to be!
Her hat flopped and her cape and hair fluttered under a breeze. Butterflies flitted about. Somewhere, ponies were breaking into songs and dance, tempting her to join in. But she shook the idea away, uncertain whether she'd be welcomed so easily.
Instead she continued to stick towards the outskirts of Ponyville, solitary places that appeared to be mostly abandoned. She paused when her gaze settled on a hobo curled up behind a shop. For a moment she considered tiptoeing away, but decided there was no safer way to introduce herself, as at least the stallion huddled up in a blanket was alone. “Um, hello?”
He sniffled and raised his head, his snout shadowed under the cloth that hooded him. His chin was scruffy and tufts of messy locks were barely visible. “Hey there. Sorry, I'll move on.” He shifted, starting to rise.
“Oh no, I'm not the owner. My name's Beatrix Belladonna.” She bent over and offered a hand. “And you are...?”
Swallowing hard, his azure eyes locked on her cleavage which practically spilled from her top. Realizing she'd noticed his leer his cheeks flushed and he turned his head aside, a chuckle escaping her full lips. She tossed back his cover to reveal a wild dark blue mane with a lighter streak, his broad chest covered in a thin alabaster coat. “The name's Shining Armor.”
“Huh, that's a weird name. Cute, though! Now, what's a handsome stud doing here all by his lonesome?”
“It's a long and not terribly interesting story.” She settled down beside him, shifting her ample bottom on her cape which trailed atop the dirt. “It's my marefriend. Well, former marefriend, Cadance. She decided we need some time apart to rethink our relationship. I screwed up, got jealous when some friends of mine hit on her, said some crap I can't take back.”
Her hand curled atop his forehoof. “Sorry to hear that. But she'll come around.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed. “Thought I'd come and visit my sister, but I didn't want to let her know how much I screwed up, so I decided to lay low for a while. Uh, no offense, but what are you? I mean, I don't intend to be rude, but I've never seen a creature quite like you before. A minotaur's the closest I can think of. You're a lot more pleasant to look at , though!”
She giggled. “That's sweet! I'm a human. Um, it's hard to explain. I come from another dimension. I think. I'm pretty sure?” He cocked an eyebrow, more confused than ever. “Well, I doubt it's important, at least right now. Say...” Unable to help her curiosity, she gently slid the cover from his broad shoulders, until it slipped away and pooled at his haunches. She drank in his chiseled form with a lick of her chops, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. Her palm pressed upon a well-sculpted thigh, where a shield symbol which suited his namesake rested. “How would you like to be my knight-in-shining-armor for a day?”
He swallowed hard, his gaze locked on her heaving boobs. “You don't think we're moving a bit fast?”
“Hey, I'd rather not miss an opportunity! Besides...” She peeked between his legs at his still sheathed equipment. “I'd like to test how compatible our physiology is?” She cupped his swelled testicles, and he moaned low, his dark gray stallionhood starting to slowly slip loose. She traced the thick veins, coaxing out his soon fully erect cock, until the bulbous meat filled her palm.
Muscles tensed up and a subdued whinny escaped him. “Wh-what about-”
“Cadance? Well, you're separated for the time being, so it's okay, right? Besides, for all you know she's seeing another guy now, too!” She winked. Whatever possessed her to do this, it was coming naturally to her now.
“Could be,” he admitted trying not to think of another stallion laying hooves on the mare he hoped to one day wed.
The flared tip smeared her hand in viscous precum. It stuck between her digits, which she raised to her mouth, taking a slow and sensuous lick with a smack of her lips. “Mmm...sweet and salty.” She licked herself clean, then returned to stroking his dick.
“Ah,” he cried with a twitch of his ears. “A-about your outfit...you related to Trixie...?”
Trixie...Trixie Lulamoon...the name played in her head and a series of vague memories returned. “Yeah, she's my wonderful mother. Well, the Trixie where I come from? She taught me almost everything I know!” She felt his body heat radiating, her nethers so engorged with need her damp camel toe was visible through the lower portion of her costume, which rode up into her heart-shaped bottom. Similarly, erect nipples poked into the thin fabric. He sat back against the shop, spreading his legs to allow her better access, while she jerked him faster, more pre oozing over her fist while she pumped it.
But she certainly didn't want to tire him out with a mere handjob. With her free hand she plucked off her hat and placed it atop his head. “Let's escalate this, shall we?” With a snap of her fingers she banished her leotard and cape which dematerialized, her udders dropping with a bounce, swaying like pendulums and knocking together. Topped by wide areola, her pastel pink nipples tingled. A patch of curled violet pubes topped the tight slit of her moistened vulva. “Don't be shy. Touch.”
His forehooves shook when he brushed them down her bosom, rolling her supple and unbelievably soft breasts in circular motions. He traced lower, down her navel, across her child-bearing hips, between her thick thighs and over her womanly mound, its pink lips puffy and slick with lubrication. His nostrils flared when he breathed in her sweet musk.
Lowering herself, she rubbed his flared tip over her cheek, scrunching her face while she slid it down his length and slathered herself in more dripping precum. It stuck to a few stray locks, clinging to her, her mouth twisted into a lazy smile and her eyes half-lidded. Now wetted eye-shadow started to messily streak and run. He groaned when her tongue started to trace his veins from tip to base, licking up his runny pre like it was ice cream, savoring the smell, taste, and texture.
Planting a peck on his urethra, she slurped down the glob that beaded it, moaning when her lips wrapped around his cockhead. She sunk down, past the medial ring, distending her neck which bulged with his shape when she took him balls deep until he'd filled her gullet. She met his gaze while she bobbed her head. His forehooves dug into her scalp in a dominant fashion.
She leaned in with loud slurps each time she swallowed him, her legs parted until her backside was in a frog-like position, amplifying her squishy butt which jutted out. His horn sparked with magic, lit up when he worked a simple spell, his aura gaping open the soft pink ring of her sphincter. She cooed with him while he massaged her warm bowels.
“I-I'm about to-” He prepared to let her off, but she doubled-down, grinding her face into his furry crotch. His tip throbbed and unloaded spurt-after-spurt. She stared into a face which twisted by ecstasy the entire time he came, her own features now sloppy with runny makeup and pre that mingled with her flushed skin. Her cheeks bulged out from excess cum, unable to drink down all that he released into her throat, more burning as it erupted from her nostrils, only to bubble and pop.
When she finally pulled free with a plop she huffed and heaved her tits, speckled with blobs of his semen that slipped free, her lips still connected with his slathered stallionhood by strings of saliva and semen mixed together. Proudly she opened her throat wide to show him her coated white tongue, swishing and gargling his virile spunk, which like a few of his stray white hairs stuck between her teeth and painted her gums. Gradually she slurped it down like it was the tastiest meal she'd ever eaten.
Beatrix gulped down the last load and smiled. “Hope you're not a one-pump chump?” He shook his head. “Good! Better warm you up for the next round, then.” He was still casually playing with her asshole via his aura while she licked his half-erect penis clean. As if sensing they both needed a change, her body responded to her subconscious desires, resonating with her own special form of magic. Her face distorted into a snout, a wild tail like her mane arising from atop her now sweaty buttocks.
“What the-” He watched in awe while she took on an anthropomorphic shape, somewhere between a human woman and mare. She laid back and pulled him atop her, wrapping her limbs about his muscular back. “How did you do that?”
“I have all kinds of talents. I used to mix potions with a foalhood friend of mine. My half-sister, actually.” She recalled a name. Flurry Heart? Yes, one of the dearest ponies in her life. They had gotten into all kinds of misadventures.
He drove his member into her marehood, spreading her wide open when he slowly impaled her. She dug her nails into his upper back, leaving scratches down it while he claimed her. “D-daddy,” slipped out a murmur when he'd completely sheathed her wet, slippery tunnel. He balked a little, shaken as he tried to work out what she meant, but she simply constricted harder around him.
His hips started to move on their own, rhythmically bucking into her with loud slaps. Each stroke caused flecks of her pussy juice to spatter his crotch amidst lewd schlicks. Grunts escaped him while he clenched his teeth and strained his muscles. She locked her maw with his, flashes of another life stirring, realizing he was her father in the dimension she came from. But they'd come this far already, so why stop now? It was like their bodies were made for one-another, his cock conforming to her cunt.
For some crazed reason she desperately wanted him to inseminate her. No, she needed him to drown her eggs in his splooge, her ovaries pleasantly aching at the mere idea. Her tongue danced his his, and she drew back, their lips still attached by ropes of spit. “Knock me up, daddy. All I want is to bear your foal!” The words were spilling out of her, encouraging him to thrust faster and harder, until he rammed against her cervix entrance. Her mind was so addled with bliss she didn't care.
Her subconscious screamed that she needed this, that she was made for this purpose, destined to be his mate, that she'd never feel complete until she carried his offspring in her womb and birthed it into Equestria. If she had a cutie mark she was certain it would somehow involve him! Like a brand on her asscheeks, showing that she belonged to this incredibly masculine stud!
Her titties wobbled and slapped each time he speared her. “Don't hold back, daddy! I can take it!” She squealed when his girth slammed open her cervix which dribbled cream over his flare, sinking into her contracting uterus and bottoming out in its slickened walls, dousing it in precum which painted along its slippery core. Groans escaped between gritted teeth with each brutal piston, her hot canal so well molded to him each pump tickled her sponge-like g-spot and made her whimper.
“I-I don't have any contraceptive potions!” He whinnied, trying to withdraw, but she locked her thick thighs around him.
“Don't worry, dad. I can always whip one up later,” she whispered coyly as her nails dug into his meaty buttcheeks. “If I want to!” She rapidly fluttered her lashes. “Now cum inside me, father! Help me fulfill my biological purpose!”
At this point his brain clicked despite lust making him dopey. He realized that somehow this lovely mare was he and Trixie's spawn, despite the fact that they'd never made love. But a sudden awareness he was committing incest, with his daughter no less, which he'd tried to subconsciously block the knowledge of all this time now helped push him over the edge.
He was free to embrace a taboo, to forget he was supposed to be this perfect Paladin-in-training for a time. Sure, it was illegal, but how much did it really count when she came from another dimension and would likely leave just as quickly? He hilted one last time, father-and-daughter nibbling on each other's lips and wrestling tongues, as he started to hose down her core.
He sprayed with such force she whined with him, squirting all over his barrel and groin, her belly starting to bloat with his excessive batter. Her pussy winked around his rod, her heart-shaped clit expanding and contracting, glistening and shiny. She bit his shoulder, still intertwined around the stallion who'd brought her into the universe, who slumped atop her.
“I can still do more,” she whispered into his ear. “Don't you want to try every hole?”
“S-sure.” He grinned, eyes heavy while they basked in their afterglow. “Just give me a couple minutes to recover!”
“Take all the time you need, daddy!” She turned over, thighs opened, her dock raising her tail to give him a nice view. Her gaped foalhole oozed his spunk when he withdrew with a wet plop. Her butthole continued to restrict, small waves of pleasure still trickling throughout her nethers. In this form her unicorn horn was normally hidden unless she called upon it to aid in her witchcraft, but it now poked out from her temple, while she underwent her latest alterations.
Her titties shifted back down to her midsection, and her posterior remained plump, even once her limbs tucked in, hands and feet turning to hooves. Her gloves and boots altered themselves to allow them freedom, almost like the garments were alive. She lit up her horn, and plucked her witch hat back from his skull, placing it back atop her dome. She remembered it all now; Shining Armor, Trixie, and Flurry Heart, those she loved and in his case lost, tucked away in a parallel universe.
While she lacked control over the nexus, perhaps it responded to her subconscious desires and had drawn her here. In her version of Equestria, Trixie had been altered by the Necronomicon into a humanoid form while carrying his foal. And she'd shaped Beatrix in her womb while in its presence, crafting a being somewhere between a woman and mare.
Odder still through a bout of narcissism Trixie had practically made her a carbon copy of herself, drawing upon the black tome's power through sheer will in its presence, with a dash of Twilight Sparkle who she secretly lusted after thrown in. The result was a daughter created to be his perfect mate, her dimensions and bounciness immaculately crafted to suit his tastes.
Not that she remotely minded. The bizarre eyes and mouths on her attire were reminders of her link to the Necronomicon, a hint of her true appearance, under the cute guise she'd thankfully been blessed with to hide her eldritch nature. So far as she knew that evil book was one-of-a-kind, traversing between dimensional planes to ultimately corrupt and devour them.
Her tail swished. She used her aura to part her rectum. “Whenever you're ready, daddy.” She happily heaved, his dick rubbing between her asscheeks, working back up an erection. He traced the ring, lubricating it with his pre, the hot orifice squishing wetly in anticipation. “You can do whatever you like to me,” she mused. He landed a heavy smack on her buttcheek, which bounced about, and she yelped as the skin was now marked with a red hoofprint. “Mmm, brand those blank flanks!”
He laughed. “How would you like my hoofprints as a cutie mark?” He spanked her cheeks, sometimes alternating between them, sometimes pancaking them at the same time, watching the flesh ripple as he beat it raw. She yelped out each time, eyes nearly closed, her face burning and streaked with runny makeup. “Your ass in mine,” he said pressing his tip to her exit hole.
Slowly he wormed his way into her, shifting his hips, and she relaxed her backside, until he completely sank into her. He rested there for a moment, his weight pressed atop her, nipping at her ears and neck. She nuzzled him. With deliberate movements he drove into her rump, then back out, to the point where only his flare was still locked within his daughter.
He could see lots of Trixie in her, of course, and was it simply his imagination, or was there some Twilight Sparkle in there too? It would certainly explain the shades of mild purple that made up her coat, eyes, and tinted her mane and tail. Was it merely genetics? Or had she somehow intentionally taken a shape made to please his every whim, like she was meant to be his perfect mate? Her tongue lolled from her maw and her eyes rolled into her head, her assmeat smacking each time he drilled her.
He pounded her into the dirt. Her udders flopped on the ground, mashed, her physique shaking each time he hammered her. “Fuck me senseless, daddy!” Spurred on by her words, he picked up his pace, bucking into her with as much speed and force as he could manage, certain by now she could take it. Her frame quivered each time he humped away like a pair of passionate animals. She had his strength, Trixie's quirks, and his sister's wits. He beamed with liquid pride.
His testicles slapped into her backside each time he took her up the ass. “Father, consider me practice for Cadance! You still want to settle down with her, don't you?” She looked at him over her shoulder. “Let it all loose!”
Unable to hold back any longer, he buried himself all the way one last time, pulling on her mane with his teeth and her tail with a forehoof, the other groping delicious buttmeat. She milked his cock, climaxing with him, her lubrication pooling under her and drenching her now sticky tits. He unleashed a torrent into her puckered anus, and she howled with him, sprays erupting from her flaring urethra. He emptied his balls into her, biting down on the nape of her neck, until he'd squeezed the last drop into her.
Drawing himself loose, she panted, her widened butthole dribbling his seed. “Thanks for welcoming me to Equestria daddy,” she sleepily mused. “What a shame I'd better move on soon. I really don't belong here.”
He frowned. “That's too bad. Are you really my daughter?” She nodded. “Sheesh, how will I ever live this down?”
“It'll be our little secret!” She winked. “I mean, I hate to say it but we'll probably never see each other again.” His face fell. She sat up and wrapped a foreleg around him. “Oh, don't feel bad! At least we'll always have these memories, right?” She planted a kiss on his snout tip. “Maybe if you knock up Trixie I'll be born here, too? There's still time, you know. Just do it before you settle down with Cadance!” She tittered and rose, morphing back into her humanoid self, complete with leotard and cape.
By now he'd completely sobered up from his pity-party. He'd decided to mope here like a bum, feeling it was where he belonged after he'd nearly broken Cadance's heart with such hurtful words. “Seriously, I'd like to talk some more sometime.”
“I'll try. Can't control these portals too well yet, and I have this feeling if I stay much longer I might start to unravel the fabric of Equestria since it's not used to me, but maybe that'll change with time and practice? You see, I'm a product of the Necronomicon. This nasty book that can warp and corrupt reality. Thankfully, it's one-of-a-kind across dimensions. Thought maybe I'd come here to track it down, but I'm pretty sure we took care of it.” A horn manifested on her forehead.
He laid a forehoof on her shoulder. “Must you leave so soon?”
“Afraid so. I'm like a foreign body here. The last thing I want to do is harm somepony I care about, which I have a feeling could happen if I stick around much longer. Call it a hunch.” She took another moment to look him over with a sly smile. “Tee-hee!”
“Thanks for, well, you know.” His cheeks burned. “Think I have what it takes to mend things with Cadance now.”
“Don't mention it!” She waved the compliment aside with a theatrical flourish. “I have lots of tricks up my proverbial sleeve!”
By now she could recall all the workings of her arcane magic, not to mention her past, assuming the loss had been a side-effect of the portal when it transported her here. “I love you sweetheart,” he called with am ambivalent smile.
“You too, father. Look after Flurry Heart, will you?” He quirked his brow, not knowing who she referred to but tucking the name away for later. Blowing him a final kiss, she pointed with her index finger and drew a circle in the air, seeming to cut into the fabric of reality itself when she sliced between dimensions. The birth canal-like nexus dripped ether when it opened.
Her hair and cape swished when she turned with a mischievous pirouette. His eyes locked on her hips and ass, which rolled and bounced with each playful stride she took. Better to leave now, before she changed her mind and risked damaging this timeline. At least the entities that lived within her costume were currently slumbering, or else she might have given him quite a fright. With a cheer to hide tears in her bright eyes, she leapt into the oval and prayed that she'd meet with him again someday!
After a number of adventures across different dimensions, Beatrix Belladonna decided it was time she returned to that version of Equestria. She'd show her father how far she'd come, perhaps meet the counterpart of her mother, and maybe Cadance too who she'd heard so much about. In preparation she'd concocted a variety of potions she kept in small tubes that lined the interior of her cape in little hidden pouches. The colorful liquids bubbled below the stoppers, but thankfully none of them were volatile.
Drawing her index finger in a circle she pierced the air itself and cut a hole between the fabric of reality. The portal shimmered like a sky with a few fluffy clouds, and she crossed the nexus, arriving at her destination where she deftly touched down on her heeled boots. Unfortunately, a similar bout of amnesia overwhelmed her, almost like this plane of existence wished to hide the truth. Currently in her anthropomorphic form, she stalked along the outskirts of the gleaming Crystal Empire.
The area outside was a barren wasteland. Occasionally a stray snowflake would drift in the wind. Howls sounded elsewhere.
“I came here for a reason.” She rubbed the back of her head. “That's right. To meet with somepony named Shining Armor. He's a friend, isn't he?” Her cheeks heated. She remember how handsome he was, that they'd made love a few times.
Clasping her gloved hands behind her, she hummed and skipped along. The entities that lived within her costume were awake, almond-shaped eyes darting about, thin lips snapping with razor-sharp teeth. But she knew that wouldn't do; no need to freak anypony out the moment she met them. With a casual wave of her hand, she shifted the decorations all over her attire.
Stars materialized on her cone-shaped witch's hat, her fingerless gloves, thigh-high boots, cape, and her high-cut leotard, backless with its bottom half cut into a thong-shape that clung to her peach-shaped bottom. Within the fabric seemed to swirl the cosmos, and the image of an Ursa Minor popped into her mind, no doubt the inspiration for her new look. “Magnificent!”
She was tempted to march right on into the crystalline capital, with its angular buildings, and a shimmering palace which rose to the heavens. However a wagon parked outside caught her eye, painted with immaculate details that made it seem like it belonged to a carnival. She sucked in a deep breath. It wasn't like her to be nervous! “Well, here goes nothing...”
She approached the door and knocked a couple times. Something audibly shifted inside. “Well, well, what have we here?” The light blue unicorn who answered stared at her, starting with her feet and slowly traveling upwards. “You're weird, you know that? However, Trixie approves of your fashion sense!” She doffed her own wide-brimmed hat at her.
“Trixie Lulamoon, is it? My name is Beatrix Belladonna!” She offered a hand which Trixie suspiciously stared at before she took it. Something about her was so familiar, yet her travels had once again scrambled her memories.
“Charmed. Trixie sees her reputation proceeds her!” She smacked her bosom with a forehoof. “Now, why have you summoned me at such an early hour? An autograph, perhaps? Be warned, Trixie does not sell her services cheaply!”
Beatrix chuckled. “I'd expect no less! I wanted to meet you! And...” Her smile deepened when she spotted Shining Armor further in the caravan, alongside an alicorn with her mane tied up in a bow, who she assumed to be Cadance.
“Why not let our guest in?” Cadance raised a hoof to her mouth and tittered.
“Beatrix?! Um, I mean...” Shining Armor's cheeks reddened, unable to take his eyes off her unmentionables.
Cadance looked between them. “Oh! You must be...” She pursed her lips.
“S-sure. We had a one-night stand,” admitted Shining Armor who awkwardly stared at a hoof he dragged over the floor.
“Now it's getting juicy.” Trixie pulled the newcomer in and shut the door behind her. “Please, do continue!”
Taking a moment to study her new surroundings, Beatrix saw a wide bed, a heavy treasure chest, and a number of props scattered about. No doubt materials used in the magician's shows. “What a nice place you have here. Anyhow, sorry to disappoint, but I can't recall all the lurid details myself. In truth, my memories are all jumbled up at the moment.”
“Amnesia. Convenient.” Trixie's horn glowed as she seized a cup with her aura and tossed some coffee down her throat. She used her magic to place her hat and cape on a rack. “Next you'll claim you're Trixie's long-lost daughter.”
“Now, let's not be rude. I'm certain she has a good reason.” Cadance forced a smile. “S-so...how can I put this delicately?” She sighed. “What exactly are you? I've never heard of any creature like you in all of Equestria.”
“Well, I'm somewhere between a human and a mare. That's the best way I can explain it.” She paced in a circle while she spoke. “Believe it or not, I come from another dimension. I travel from one plane to the next, seeking to uncover my purpose in life.”
“I see. Well, I can certainly understand why my future husband chose you!” Cadance laughed to break the tension.
“Yeah. It kinda just happened.” Shining Armor wrapped a foreleg around his marefriend. “I was worried we might never get back together, and Beatrix kind of helped me through it.” Bouts of nervous laughter overcame him.
“No need to worry. I'm not the jealous type. You should know that by now. I was simply concerned,” admitted Cadance. “You're so exotic, Beatrix. It may seem absurd coming from an alicorn, but I'm sometimes overwhelmed by insecurities, too.”
“That's natural. I've always felt out of place,” said Beatrix who settled her squishy buttocks onto a chair.
“Well, you've certainly made yourself at home.” Trixie poured her a cup of steaming coffee from a pot then passed it her way. “Just in the neighborhood to visit? Or did you come to sow your wild oats?” She grinned almost maliciously as the couple blushed. “Oh, come off it, you two. After all, you invited the Great and Powerful Trixie into your bedroom!”
“True, although I'd rather not advertise that. I am a Princess, after all. Imagine the scandal! Besides, I wanted to spice up our relationship before we finally settled down. And since Shiny admitted he always had the hots for you-”
Taking this new information in while they chatted, Beatrix could tell this timeline had divulged in certain ways. Was it due to her interference? After all, weren't they supposed to marry before seizing the Crystal Empire? And what had happened to Sombra? Defeated no doubt, but how? Well, she supposed it wasn't important. They were together and happy. That's all she cared about!
“Why not invite her into the fold?” They all turned to her when Trixie suggested it. “She's plenty attractive, after all!”
“W-well,” began Shining Armor who swallowed hard.
“I'm not opposed to the idea.” Cadance looked her over. “But we've no wish to pressure you either, Beatrix.”
“Sounds wonderful to me!” Her head ached whenever she tried to remember the details about her past with Shining Armor, or why Trixie seemed to familiar to her. She shrugged it off in a lackadaisical fashion. She'd worry about that later. In truth, she certainly wouldn't mind a romp in bed with all three of them. They all had their charms, she was quick to note.
After their cups were drained Cadance waved them over to the bed. Its silky blue sheets were decorated by bright yellow stars. She removed her bow and let her mane fall loose with a sensuous toss, while Trixie plucked off her hat and cape, which she placed on a rack. They draped themselves on their sides, shooting them bedroom eyes with sly smiles.
A dopey smile crossed Shining Armor when he studied them. “I don't know, this feels wrong somehow.” He rubbed his own forehead which wrinkled as if he too tried to recall something that refused to resurface.
“What could be so wrong about it? We had a pleasant time, didn't we?” Beatrix placed her hat on his head. “Don't worry, we can take it a little slower this time, if you like?” She traced his broad shoulders, down his muscular back, and rested her palms on his haunches. He inhaled sharply, his coat soft and warm, as she playfully rubbed her fingers through it.
“Ah, that feels nice. It kind of tickles!” He chuckled and pressed into her touch.
“Aren't they cute? It almost makes Trixie want to vomit.”
“Oh, you always change your tune when we're underway.” Cadance brushed a hoof through the magician's mane. “Speaking of which, don't leave us waiting too long, okay Shiny? We have needs, too!” She batted her lashes at him.
“Coming, dear!” He cantered over followed closely by Belladonna. “So, where should I start?”
“Don't overthink it. Let it come naturally. I won't be upset if you choose to start with either of them. In fact, I'll consider it a warm up!” Cadance tucked in her feathery wings and rolled over. She reflexively spread her thighs when Trixie pressed her snout between them, and started to lap at her slit, until her heart-shaped lovebud swelled out from the top of her folds.
“Mmm. That's it.” She pressed a hoof atop Trixie's head and directed her slow licks.
Spurred by the display before him, Shining Armor hooked his teeth into the bottom of Beatrix's outfit, and started to pull it away. She giggled when it slid aside to reveal her puss, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in its saccharine aroma. “Don't stop,” she urged dividing her legs as he pressed his wet nose against her cunt. His horn shined as he cast a simple spell, his aura wrapping around the top of her garments, which he ripped open to allow her pendulous tits to spill free with a bounce.
Somehow clothes made her even hotter. He could barely restrain the urge to rip them away immediately. A tear sounded while he continued to strip her, until he'd reduced the fabric to shreds, which floated about as they drifted to the carpet. She tossed off her cape with a flourish and raised her arms as she started to dance, hips gyrating and her supple breasts swishing about.
The hat fell off when he buried his maw in her parted foalhole. Juices splayed about in droplets when he muzzle-fucked her. “Oh yeah.” She dug her nails into his mane, pushing him in deep as she could, his horn jutting into her tingly midsection. She stared down at him, over her sweaty tits, which heaved with her low panting. “Hope you treat Cadance this well!”
“That and better sometimes,” assured Cadance who writhed as Trixie pulled on her vaginal lips.
Beatrix's eyes rolled into her head and her mouth opened with an inarticulate cry once she came directly in his mouth. He drank down the sweet-and-salty sprays, the excess running down his stained chin. She dug into his skull, holding him there, hips quivering as she humped into his face. “F-fuck,” she whimpered. “Umph...ah...” She winked around him as her climax slowed.
Withdrawing amidst strings of her feminine cum and his saliva still attaching them, his forehooves hooked under her meaty thighs, as he lifted her up and stood, pressing his rock-hard stallionhood to her foalhole. He easily slid into her wet orifice which comforted to him perfectly. She wrapped all her limbs around him as he carried her and pressed her back to a wall.
Grunts escaped him once he slammed in-and-out of her. She shook with the surface under the force of the impact. Her teeth nipped his shoulder, riding out another miniature climax, milking his fucktool in the process. She stared at Cadance, who'd titled her head back, watching the show with obvious entrance while Trixie continued to service her like the Princess she was.
His temple throbbed while he claimed her. Something was so familiar about this. Her looks, her scent, it reminded him a bit of Trixie and...Twilight Sparkle?! That's when it hit him. Memories flooded back and he paled. “What's wrong? Why did you stop?” She blinked a couple of times, trying to draw him in even closer, mashing her titties upon his well-chiseled musculature.
“It's...I'm your father,” he murmured, his face strained. “What have I-”
“Ah yes. I remember now.” Her cheeks were rosy. “But so what? We've come this far, and we've done it before, so why stop now? Just let me take care of you, daddy. Cadance and Trixie don't have to know. It'll be our little secret...”
His brow furrowed with indecision for a few moments before he shrugged in defeat. “Hey, why not? Truth is, I'm enjoying this just as much as you. Maybe more?” His forehooves pressed into her spread assmeat, and he quickened his pace, chompers grit while he impaled her with renewed ferocity. She squealed and met his snout, tongues dancing while they made out.
“I have...a-all kinds of potions!” She tilted her head at her cape. “I can fulfill almost any fantasy you want!”
“Your call, darling. Not certain I'll last too much longer at this rate!” She summoned her horn, galvanized it, and used her aura to pluck out her chosen vial from its secret compartment. She uncorked it and tossed the bitter contents down, making a face.
“Try sucking on my tits!” He massaged one with a hoof, and the titflesh engorged in his grasp, the pair swelling to bulbous hanging orbs which leaked lactation from the slits in her widening nipples. Staring wide-eyed for a moment, his mouth closed around an areola, suckling the sweetness from it with lewd slurps while his tongue rolled in a circle and his teeth nibbled.
“Oh daddy,” she whispered with soft coos. He switched between her boobs with soft pops, his lips stained by a milk mustache which made her and Cadance titter. “You're the best, Shining Armor. She's incredibly lucky to have you.”
He smiled and continued to happily drink while he speared her. She lifted another vial and popped its top. “This one's for you.” With a heave he unlatched from her milk-sodden tit and drank it down. His testicles swelled with need, and pretty soon was slamming so hard into her cracks rippled across the wall, chunks breaking away until the air filled with dust.
“Hey! Trixie expects you to compensate her for that!”
“I can think of a few ways,” said Cadance. “Like...this!” She bit her lower lip and squirted on her lover's face and down her throat. Legs kicked and her bottom was soaked wet, clinging to the sheets below them. Her wings jutted to their full plume.
Shining Armor howled when his dick seemed to explode. He flooded his daughter with virile spunk, unloading a seemingly impossible amount, no doubt enhanced by whatever drug she'd fed him. Whinnying and whining under a series of multiple climaxes, he rode them out for well over a couple minutes, hilted balls deep in her while she orgasmed too.
“No fair. Everypony but Trixie is left satisfied.” She openly pouted.
“Just...hold on a sec,” wheezed Beatrix. “He'll be ready for more soon, trust me.”
It's true he already lusted for more. But for the moment he was content to revel in their afterglow, still locked within the slippery confines of his daughter, who'd proven equally talented as she was delectable. He kissed her one last time before he withdrew. Gently he set her down, a mixture of their excretions dripping down her soaked inner thighs. He slowly turned to Trixie.
The Prince picked her up by the barrel and tossed her over the bedside, face-down and ass up. “Unf,” she cried when he landed a swat on her wobbly ass. Wasting no time he pressed his weight atop Trixie and mounted her. She leaked with need, even before he savaged her velvety folds, carving open her sex. She squirmed and chewed on a pillow, shaking her rump and tail.
“Give it to her daddy,” murmured Beatrix in her sultriest tone with a hot breath into his twitching ear. “Put me inside of her!”
Maybe that was why she'd felt compelled to come here? To make certain she existed in this universe, too? Spurred on by her words, he hammered into her mouth, who openly squealed her appreciation. He yanked her mane and tail, pistoning away. Beatrix bit, sucked, and tugged on her mother's puckered asshole, flexing her tongue into the warm fissure.
Not wanting to leave anypony out, Belladonna turned her attention to Cadance, who mashed a hoof into her glistening twat. “Surely you have some fantasy I can help you fulfill, too? Hmm...” She considered everything in her proverbial bag of tricks. Through repeated experiments with Flurry Heart they'd concocted all kinds of potions in her dimension. She could temporarily switch genders or races, clone herself, alter her size, or shape-shift; whatever it took to make certain her partner was thoroughly satisfied. With a deft flick of the wrist she produced one of her many concoctions. “Ta-da!”
Cadance saw her own reflection in the tube which fizzled a neon pink. “What is it?”
“Just a little trick I learned.” Beatrix chugged it down, sigh as her taste buds tickled, and raised a hand to her mouth to cover a small burp. The effect was almost instantaneous once the warm contents settled in her belly, her flesh warping as she was paired in two halves. One part of the division was a human woman with violet skin, the other a unicorn who shared a platinum mane.
“Two of you? I certainly see how that could prove useful.” She relaxed while Beatrix opened the treasure chest, her instincts on point as she uncovered Trixie's stash of porn and sex toys all piled inside, including a wide variety of strap ons and lube.
“Mo...er, Trixie has some kinky tastes!” Her human half selected one with a dragon's barbed cock.
Cadance stared at the intimidating tool and swallowed hard. “Um, take it easy, okay? I bruise easily!” She shivered when the unicorn picked one with a knot and a barbed tip. “Mmph,” she cried when the pair pinned her between them, sandwiched by false cocks slathered in lubrication designed to smell of sexual musk. The bed creaked between all the lovers as they fucked.
The best part of being split in two? Beatrix had learned both halves shared the same sensations, her pleasures effectively doubled. A fact she now ruthlessly exploited for their benefit. “I can see why you're titled the Princess of Love,” the duo muttered in unison while they drove into her canals. Going limp with sheer bliss, Cadance rocked between them with repeated mewls, one false penis caressing her interior with its ridges, while the other one knotted her ass.
Unable to hold back anymore, Shining Armor loosed himself inside Trixie, slathering the eggs which rolled from her ovaries and down her fellopian tubes with spunk. They swam in a sea of wiggling sperm, fertile and welcoming, no doubt inseminated after the loads he packed so thoroughly into her womb it swelled almost to bursting. She sobbed tears of joy, cumming with him.
“Mommy,” whispered Beatrix to herself. Hopefully father could convince these mares to let him keep the foal that would no doubt soon fill Trixie's uterus. She continually nailed Cadance, groping and nibbling the Princess, as her father's bucks slowed into her mother. It was a surreal experience to witness her own creation, her nethers burning and inflamed with moisture.
She creamed herself hard. Lubrication erupted from the duo's twats and absolutely drenched the trapped Love Princess. Woman and unicorn alike squeezed and smacked her bouncy buttocks, leaving red prints upon her cutie marks. To help finish Cadance off the human took her horn into her lips, bobbing her head as she sucked it off with messy slurps.
Shining Armor and Trixie hurried over to help, the latter leaving a sticky trail behind her which stained the carpet. Hooves stroked her plumage as they laid little kisses and bites all over her. Soft coos escaped Cadance who wiggled about and swished her tail. “I-I love you,” she cried shutting her eyes tight when her fuckholes clenched and she found her own stream of release.
“Still erect?” Cadance stared at his thickness while her lovers withdrew from her. “You're insatiable!”
“Not his fault.” The human Beatrix dropped onto the sheets with a bounce and smirked. She tossed the still wet toys back into the treasure chest, figuring her mom could worry about clean up later. “How'd you like to finish on me?”
He looked to his love for guidance, and when she smiled he turned back and nodded. The unicorn Beatrix directed him to stand on his hindlegs, and she sunk down, nibbling, pulling, and sucking on his testicles and penis. Within moments Cadance and Trixie joined in, gazing into his eyes while they sucked him off, his future wife closing her lips around his cockhead.
His forehooves rested atop the domes of the other two and directed their laps. Their saliva mixed with his precum, cascading down the veiny surface. Sometimes the mother-and-daughter pair would caress tongues across his girth, sharing little playful kisses. At the same time the woman before him spread her legs and her flower open with a couple fingers, rubbing her clit.
Puss nectar slid from her gaped crevice and wetted her butthole. With her free hand Beatrix lifted a heavy milkjug to her mouth, closing her lips around it and suckling with loud slurps. The excess lactation dribbled down her udder.
At the same time the trio serving him masturbated too, wet schlicks sounding and beads of clear puss juice tossed everywhere. “I-Im close,” he hissed between clenched teeth, unable to hold back at the perverted sights before him. The woman's horn poked out and shimmered. Using her aura she aggressively fondled his prostate. He whinnied and blanked out.
Barely able to withdraw in time, Cadance was the first to be struck by a rope of cum which exploded all over her face, quickly shutting her eyes and keeping her tongue extended so that it was coated white. Trixie and unicorn Beatrix pressed their cheeks close to the Princess, taking similar facials which drenched their lolling tongues as well.
The human Belladonna didn't let up her anal assault. He aimed upon his daughter, starting with her face which he stained white, and moving down, more strings of jizz slapped upon her titties, her navel, and upon her foalhole and exit hole. She massaged his release into her sweaty, stained skin, more milk squirting from her nipples as she groped herself.
But mother had taught her being second-best wouldn't do. She needed to prove what a wonderful lay she was! She extended her aura's caresses to her counterpart, her mother, and the Princess, toying with their lower holes too in tandem. It didn't take long before they were all riding out fresh orgasms, their slimy sprays erupting all over her shiny, smooth flesh.
As Shining Armor squeezed out the last droplets he smiled in a dopey manner. Before him they were gargling his seed, trading it between them kissing and licking it off each other, before swallowing his load. How could something so 'wrong' feel so right...?
The group collapsed into a pile once they finally came down from their shared high. Cuddling upon the ruined bed, they relished the moment, a part of Belladonna wishing it could last forever. But she reminded herself this wasn't her Shining Armor, who she'd sadly lost, nor her Trixie who she hoped to visit again someday. Not to mention her dear half-sister, Flurry Heart!
A tired smile crossed Cadance. “Tell me you can visit again sometime..?”
“Maybe. It's complicated,” admitted human Beatrix. “But I'd certainly love to!” She touched her double and the pair fused back into her anthro shape. “Whew! That takes a lot out of me. My crotch'll probably be sore for a week, but it was worth it!”
“Liquid pride,” mumbled Shining Armor who sniffled and brushed aside a tear.
Trixie tilted her head and studied her carefully as if on the cusp of discovery. “Who are you, really? Groupie? Copycat? Evil clone from an alternate dimension?”
She poked her mother's snout which scrunched up. “Close! I'll tell you...someday. If dear Shiny here doesn't first!” He shot them a sheepish look. The temptation to confess the truth almost overwhelmed her; all she'd ever wanted to do was make her parents proud. But that would only make things awkward. No, better to wait until she got to know them better.
Father affectionately patted and squeezed her soft bottom a few times. She winked with a sly grin and pecked his lips.
“Well, it's about time I moved on again.” She dared not share the truths dawning on her; that she was a living manifestation of a key to the Necronomicon. A being that shouldn't exist, or so she'd once believed about herself, convinced she brought tragedies down on her loved ones. It was one of the reasons she'd decided to venture out into other realities.
Yet she dared not stay too long unless such horrors followed her elsewhere. No, she'd have to content herself with small visits. But if another Beatrix Belladonna was born in this Equestria, in a natural fashion, perhaps she wouldn't suffer the same curse?
She rose, plucked a towel from a rack, and cleaned herself off. Then she summoned back her ensemble, which materialized upon her. Wherever she went, there was no choice but to travel alone, never allowing herself to settle down in one area for too long. “I love you all.” She smiled wryly, turned to hide her teary eyes, and stabbed into the air with her pointer, slicing reality open and stepping into the low humming oval. Her cape and mane trailed behind her when she vanished from this dimension.
